Item about the end

I watched a National Geographic Television show about how the world slowly goes back to nature after, for some reason, humans cease to exist. I'm not much of a TV watcher, but spring break offers the opportunity to house sit for rich people with cable.

The gist of it is, people are gone, some animals die, some thrive, but there are nuclear disasters from unkempt power stations. Winter comes. More animals die.

It's interesting to think about the apocalypse without humans. It makes me think about being alone. Another feature of my post-apocalyptic obsession is that it corresponds with my overwhelming feeling of loneliness (as a tangent, I've been considering the performative of the subject alone). Things don't look so good after the apocalypse. It's cold, carcinogenic, and packs of dogs are aggressive. There's nothing to eat. I might get frightened out of this obsession, but this interest in the end has a point.

Hope for the end is hope for a new beginning. When one has hope for the possibility of survival after the end, there is hope for today; hope for tomorrow. As it is, no such hope exists. It's important to realize that something worse is possible.